Amelia’s POV

I held onto Logan’s arm tighter. The gallery was full of voices and footsteps, but something just didn't seem right. Why was someone watching me??

Logan followed my gaze but shook his head, trying to calm me.

“It's nothing, there's no one watching us,” he said.

We walked on, stopping near a large sculpture. People moved around us, chatting, taking pictures and I just smiled, trying to brush off the feeling.

Then suddenly, a woman near us started screaming. Someone else ...